Penny

Of all the stories I wrote this one is the closes to my heart. It brings back fond memories of a faithful, kind companion and all around pal. I feel proud to tell this story for Penny, I know he deserves all the praise that I can bestow upon him. "Here is to you My friend."

As you can guess after reading a little of this story that I am what big people call a dog, a short haired yellow dog with pointed ears and white paws.

It was unfortunate that I was born to a people family that had no or little respect for animals, I don’t really know how to explain it, the people I guess wanted a dog and Momma was it and they didn’t want any more, so I became a throw away dog.

There was no such thing as adoption agencies or SPCA’s , that would take in unwanted Animals.

If your owner did not have a friend or know somebody that wanted a dog, you were up the creek with out a paddle and you became a throw away Dog.

Being a throw away dog is shocking at first and many of us do not survive the event.

The one’s that survive are lucky like me and are found by the big people and taken to a home cared for and loved.

I was lucky in a way that the people picked me to be a throw away dog, Not only did I get away from the big people that did not love me and did not want me , I become the luckiest dog in the world for I was found by a little people that loved me and took care of me, and I found a little girl that really loved me and treated me like her own and took care of me for the rest of my life.

But to start at the beginning, as I remember it and recall the events as they happened. The place Is Ferguson City Missouri in Nineteen forty something a few days after I was born.

I looked at my mother and she was very worried for she only had so many eating places and there was lots of us.

Momma was skinny and in poor health, It was hard for her to live with these people and for the life of me, which I could never understand, Why she loved them.

To support us, Momma hunted for every scrap of food that she could find, for the people never did take care of us like they should and to make sure that Momma had enough to eat and drink.

The big people were not pleased that Momma had us, but here we were.

Momma had ten of us and she just could not supply enough milk for us all and we were slowly starving to death.

I never knew who my father was, that sort of thing was not mentioned around Momma and when the big people came and saw all of us and the situation that we were in they took four of us away from Momma.

"Momma! Momma! What are they going to do with me".

Momma was startled and growled at the big people, The big people whacked her on the head and shoved her away with their foot.

"What! What! Are you doing with my babies".

My mother was pushed aside again and kicked. Momma cried out in pain.

I pleaded and cried and cried to no avail. The big people just picked the closes ones to them and put us in a cardboard box.

I tried to jump out of the box but they slapped me on the head and held me down.

"Hay! You big bully easy with the slapping".

They told my Mother that they would take care of us and see that we would get a good home.

My Mother protested and protested but they would not change their minds.

"I don’t want you to take my babies, put them down"

My mother cried and cried for she loved us all very much.

The big people paid no attention to my mothers pleads and we were taken away and that was the last time I seen my Mother.

She complained so bad that they locked her up in her house.

I could hear my mother in the house pleading for her babies.

"Howoooo! Yelp! Come back! Please don‘t hurt my babies".

I wished that I was big. I would of bit these people but my mother told me no.